Thank You Woojin

I See Nine Boys

I see eight boys enter a white doorway, filing into a large room with plastic bags full of food.

I see eight boys join another boy who welcomes them in and tells them not to get the furniture dirty.

Then I see nine boys piled on top of each other on a striped, pink and orange couch in the middle of an apartment glittering with the rivers of sunlight streaming into it. Some of them are clutching chunks of crispy chicken while others are shoving around to make enough space for their limbs.

I see laughter and jokes thrown around in the air without a worry of whom they're going to hit.

I see shoes being thrown around and a coffee table piled with cans of coke and bones.

I see nine boys slowly settle down into each other for a movie, arguing over who is to get the popcorn.

I see nine boys, some dozing off and other immersed in a world of dreams and fantasies.

I see nine boys slowly rise from their slumbers, rubbing their eyes and finding each other's shoes.

I see eight boys head over to the front door, groggily slipping on their footwear and saying their goodbyes before exiting.

I see one boy wave them off before turning back in and heading back to the striped, pink and orange sofa, sighing before gathering up the trash and throwing it away.

I see one boy reach over to fluff up the cushions and pat them clean.

I see one boy sigh with a fond smile as he looks over the room and the ghosts of frolic decorating it.

I see one boy climb the stairs to his bedroom, readying himself for the night.

I see one boy fall asleep with the prospect of a dream filled with chicken and movies and laughter and nine boys and home.

I still feel like Woojin leaving is all just a fanfic idea someone came up with.